Voluntary Coming Agnostic

A guy from Eastern Europe saw us setting up camp and asked if he could set Up near by. We are at a free campsite next to an itsy, bitsy town called Liberty, Washington. . It's a town you would expect to see during the gold rush times in the Great Northwest,  Complete with the equipment to pan for gold.  There are no more than fifty people living there. The area for the most part is secluded. 

Igor shows us his Washington license,  to prove he is not a axe murderer. We don't even suspect that, but he didn't want us worried.  Little does he know that his visit was planned by God. 

For most of the evening and into the early morning hours, they discuss religions of the world. They eventually get into the serious eternal stuff and Igor hangs on every word, but expresses that this is all "in-theory";   there is a battle for his soul. He leaves the next morning with a lot to weigh out in his mind.

Inside the town Liberty, Washington

Who knows?

Andrew is a server at a local franchise restaurant here in Spokane. The funny thing, he wasn't our server; yet, Andrew spent more time with us than our server did. In fact, I can't recall her name. Andrew never commented the whole time, he just listened. We found ourselves treating Andrew like a full fledged believer of Christ, sharing with him about how the Holy Spirit whispered His desires to us. We shared our story as to how we were called into cross cultural missions. Andrew excused himself once to get someone's order, then promptly returned to hear the rest of the story. He showed no emotion, no hint as to whether or not he was a believer of Christ or not. It was weird, we couldn't read him. We found ourselves deep in the story and not in a questioning mode. The cool part is, God knew what Andrew needed to hear.

Below is a reminder to me that if Steve and I keep our eyes upward, the outflow of our love for Jesus will spill out and people like Andrew will see that relationship of love.  I took this photo in a cemetery ( of all places) and applied photo shop to the picture.

The Ending Of The Day

Light filters through the cloud filled sky,

Just as evening winks goodbye before my weary eye.

Such a lovely way to send a message of tender love,

Piercing my heart with flashing beams from above.

Lead me to Your lingering light,

Draw me closer to heavens celestial sight. 

Let me dance on glistening beams of white and blue,

Let me imagine what hides beyond my view,

And kisses the horizon of eternity new.

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Below is a picture taken our last evening before our arrival in Spokane, Washington. I enjoy pictures like this, which inspires poetry to flow, and reminds me to look for the arrival and return of Jesus! 

Raining Grace

Steve went back after dinner to continue helping with remodeling for the new Calvary Chapel of Laramie, Wyoming. We had the tent set up with the top canvas off, so that we could enjoy the stars. It was a beautiful clear evening. I had just finished writing the poem on last blog and was now relishing a gorgeous sunset.

In the distance I saw rain streaking down in the orange sky. I knew I had to prepare for rain. Normally, both of us have put on the canvas top over our eight man tent, but tonight it looked like I was flying solo.  I prayed and asked for help and the canvas spread over the top in one sweep! I started praising Him whom issued me grace. 

Steve was anticipating the worse as he raced to the campsite with forceful winds, lightning and heavy rain ahead. He expected me to be angry and balling with tears. Instead, I gave praise and honor to Him who is worthy.

Below is a picture of the beautiful sunset at the campsite.

Remembering A Hearts Melody

We stopped in Laramie Wyoming yesterday. Steve spent the day doing construction on a old church with beautiful stain class window. This is to be the new Calvary Chapel. While he worked, I sat outside and read the word and composed a song. The poem below was a result and reflection of the day.

The journal pages are open for view,

I ponder my day and write something new.

My pen is ready to use as applause for my King,

My heart in tune resonates its happiness, wanting to sing.

Entering into His presence started my day,

An intermingling of communion came into play,

With eagerness I sought Him out,

Now remembering, my heart wants to shout!

With accolades the chorus continues its beating,

Like a deer panting, I desire Loves' repeating.

Remember my soul how grace abounding elicits this appeal,

Journal its remembrance, journal This wonderful zeal,

Describe with me how a relationship with my Savior is real. 

Below is a picture of a stained glass window inside the church.